The Mechanic

It was the wicked four of clubs that laid dead on the turn

Born to gamble, livin to lose, at a point of no return

Another card meant another day he'd live to see again

For the two and three of clubs were sure in his hand

With a deck of cards up his sleeve he'd learn to stack the deck

And the odds in his favor he'll be sure to stack the cheques

Each and every day it was hold'em all night long

The thrill of the steal and a face made of stone

You say that cards will never lie but a Gambler is no one to trust, you'll go bust

Or you could run it to the moon but I'd bet you lose it all today, so don't play